Eye spy

When I was five my favourite colour was blue

The sky was blue, the pool was blue, my Daddy's jeans were too

Blue was strong, and popular My favourite shirt was blue, and red with an action man and it made me feel like a superhero

The world was cool when I was blue

When I was nine my favourite colour was green

The grass and the the trees, the frogs in the pond were green, with spots

Green was my nana's favourite too, and that was special and she even smelled green and I wasn't confused at all

Together blue and green made up the whole world

When I was twelve my favourite colour was red

Fast cars were red and lipstick too, and spicy foods that awoke my mouth

Red was the colour of danger and excitement and stop and start and fire and Mars and birds and things just seemed better with red

Someone said my heart was red and that mattered

When I was seventeen my favourite colour was black

The night was black my thoughts were black the ink from my pen was black

Black was bold and deep and I could hide in black around my eyes and in my coat and boots and no-one could cut me

For a while it seemed that black would last for all eternity

When I was twenty one my favourite colour was yellow

Flowers were yellow, and the best foods, and half of a bumble bee

A had a friend some said was yellow but i'd learned by now that the colour of their skin didn't matter to me

Yellow was the sun that made all life and warmed our souls

When I was twenty five my favourite colour was orange

The colour of vitamins and sunrises, cheetos and hazmat suits

I see now that fire is orange, and ginger hair and muppets and muscle cars and bad spray tans and hallowe'een

Orange is the colour of fun and mac and cheese

My age it doesn't matter now and even purple had it's day

The rarest of shades, of gems and eggplant and violets and blueberries

Things are often strange that way, with a name that's not quite right and a meaning that is lost unless you open your mind

I am white, all the colours of world, unite

But you can not have white without all the rest, and most of all

You must have black, to balance the white, for I have learned that black is not a lack of colour but the tone and the shading and the frame

For we all come from from black and can step into the light to find our truths, and keep the black as precious too